"Amora, uhm, Enchantress! it's just uh, well it's kinda absurd."
"What is so absurd?"
"That you'd expect me to leave him with no repercussions. I mean, you know how powerful he is? Yeah okay, he'd try to kill you so you got that bit right." Jay paused, trying not to laugh at her invitation. She was insane, more so than Loki, but he didn't want to insult her because he didn't want her to unleash any punishment which he knew she was capable of.
"And you'd obviously want me to fight him in an attempt to protect you." Jay paused again thinking just how bloody that could turn out to be. Amora had no real cares, she was thinking purely of herself.
"It'd be a fight to the death cos ya know that Loki won't hold back. Haa, no...the word bloodbath springs to mind."
"Oooh a bloodbath haha, slight over exaggeration though. Battles to the death are usually quick, for survival and for honour." Amora's eyes lit up, her luscious red lips broke out into an evil cackle synonymous with witches from horror movies.
Jay shuddered at her sick attitude for blood lust.
"The best type of fights always are, a little bit bloody!" She smiled at Jay, stroking his arm as it stretched out beyond the limits of comfort across her bed.
"The difference here is that I wouldn't let you die, not like he will. All you need say is yes, my prince and it will be done." She said with conviction, for once she was telling the truth.
Amora straddled his hips pinning him to the spot beneath her, his arms still restrained. He was terrified and for good reason too, she was still holding the golden blade, the same one she had used to injure him a few weeks ago and what looked to be its twin blade judging by the fact they both looked identical in size and style.
"I'm sorry Amora, I-I can't accept your offer, n-no matter how good you've made it sound. I simply can't, s-surely?" He stumbled a little through nerves and uncertainty but listened for her response, keeping his gaze anywhere but on her face as she inched ever nearer to him.
His eyes were more focused on her weapons and her grip was still firm and unrelenting. He tried to think what Loki had mentioned other than casting his fears aside as being melodramatic, he simply told Jay that Amora wouldn't hurt him because it was a binding magical contract. Did that mean anything to her though, did she even care?
The golden blades she held in her hands were clenched tighter when he said 'no' she raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side.
Jay flinched watching her every move, the blades were at a guess eleven inches in length the blade itself was roughly seven inches leaving a four inch hilt finished off with a ruby red pommel. He was working out if he would survive both blades into his lungs at the same time, his heart and lungs would be a definite no, that would kill him unless his shield protected him. But even still he would be in a world of hurt and pain.
Amora leaned even closer to him, she could swear that he was emitting a strong sense of panic. He was completely helpless and foolish to not accept her offer considering his powerless vulnerable position. She had no choice of course, it was either this or something a little more macabre.
She quickly changed her grip on the blades into that of a dagger grasp with her thumbs secured on the top of the pommelled gemstone hilts. She raised the blades up high over her head in both hands and paused allowing him to watch the blades potential trajectory. Both blades were aiming straight for his chest and both would easily pass through given how long and sharp they were.
His eyes had widened in fear, it was almost as if he was expecting a great deal of pain to follow because of the answer he had just given her. He closed his eyes as the blades came crashing down, feeling two quick sharp pains, the sound of ripping fabric and her breath within an inch from his mouth.
Opening his eyes in confusion, the pain wasn't in his chest.
Taking a glance to his side, the blades had stabbed to within an inch of his face, either side, cutting some of his hair in the process. Oddly, no blood was visible, no bodily damage had been caused.
He had at least expected that.
Both blades were deeply embedded into the mattress, the sharpened edges not visible nor posing a risk. All that Jay could see were the odd few feathers floating around him.
There was an inability to free himself from this position. He couldn't move his head at all because whichever way he turned, the handles and hilts would impede him. He just stared in horror at her, at Amora who smiled and lowered her lips even closer.
"Wh-what are you..." he struggled with his words, she was perilously close now.
"You sound unsure my young prince." She replied quietly, a whisper into his ear. She could feel him trembling beneath her. A weakness she would have to deal with.
"Don't be scared prince Jayson, this won't hurt, at all." She said quietly feeling his heart rate quicken, his temperature rising.
Her lips grazed across his gently but teasingly, her tongue dipping onto his lips testing him to see if he would bite. She noted he was holding his breath, it was hitched at the proximity of her mouth to his.
But Jay knew her lips were enchanted with some form of control and so far he had avoided them, well he had up until then. A feeling of terror gripped him, this was unknown territory. No one had ever made him endure this treatment before.
Amora was too fast for him and she quickly planted a kiss onto his lips before he had a chance to do anything about it, not that he would have been able to avoid it anymore considering the hilts to either side of his face. Her lips remained in place, a few seconds was all it took before his pupils dilated and he reciprocated eagerly.
Her enchantment worked fast for most men and usually took no more than few minutes to work to its fullest. The power her lips held was simply an enchantment and one that she had done to herself in her younger years.
Her powers of seduction had always been the enhancement of her natural beauty and allure so that men, mortal or otherwise, were overwhelmed with desire for her. She had enchanted her lips so that a single kiss was sufficient to make virtually any man a slave to her will, he would become obedient to her every command, for almost a week and subsequent kisses would enable her to enthrall a man's will indefinitely. The stronger the kiss the more of a slave she would have.
It was another one of her ploys and it worked exceptionally well for her, mostly because Amora chose certain men to trap, those with such power that she could corrupt them, take their money and power and in some cases their magical abilities too. However it wasn't all good for it meant that whomever she kissed would potentially become obsessed with her, some men had become violent others had tried to kill her, so she utilised a protector for herself, he was known as Skurge. He was a protector who actually loved her but Amora never returned his affections, she had strung him along cruelly until he lost his life fighting for her honour.
The former blue ninja, known as Jay, had been ensnared by her kiss. It had taken her much longer than she had anticipated, she thought him weak, and foolishly believed he could be tamed within a few hours of bringing him home with her. But he was different!
The Enchantress also known as Amora was impressed with his strength of mind for it had taken five days out of the seven for her to finally get him to accept her kisses. Five days! Most men fell within one day but that in itself came with its own set of problems namely the men would still be obsessed with her for another six days…an undesirable effect.
Jay looked at Amora in confusion, his eyes widened in fear at what he had just done or more precisely what she had just dared to do. He began to feel a strange sudden warmth envelop him like a comfort blanket, a warm soft inviting blanket luring and pulling him in towards her. Her name rolled off his tongue like a velvety soft whisper, he beckoned her back towards him and his lips, his eyes begging for her. His body trying to get her attention in other ways, his hips involuntarily bucked upwards.
"Amora, I-I uhm please." He uttered gently, fluttering his eyes and biting his lip.
She softened her gaze, she knew what he wanted.
Amora smiled in response, this was adorable he was so completely different to any of the other men she had ensnared, for one, the other men became feral quite quickly. Mindless but animalistic. But Jay, he was, well, he was completely different. Not needy as the others had been but now he had a desire to prove himself.
Amora remained in her position and removed her clothes, she was still straddling his hips until she leaned forwards over his chest. Her nakedness rubbing against him teasing, yet enticing. Amora placed her lips atop of his and kissed him again removing the blades so the kiss could be deepened.
This time he reciprocated and it felt like Heven.
The blades fell off the bed clattering to the floor noisily but the two people on the bed didn't notice them.
He reciprocated with a lustful hunger and he closed his eyes, melting into it. A burning desire deep in his loins made itself known and before long they were in the throes of passion.
Amora, having lured him in by her kiss; trusted him enough to remove his shackles for the night, this allowed him to change position, his hips were still aching from her Asgardian weight which was considerably heavier than his for she was easily twice as heavy.
His hands started grasping her body gently, they wandered over her with a newfound interest, tracing, touching and delving. She arched her back in response and panted with each new sensation he was providing, her anticipation was building. He placed his lips on her neck sucking, nipping and biting but he was so gentle, not like the other men, even Loki was too dominant and occasionally cruel, some men had been too physically strong resulting in her being hurt.
But Jay was so gentle with her it was almost if he was scared of her or scared of breaking her body, even as his hips rocked gently with deep slow movements, he took his time. Amora felt it first, a feeling that she hadn't felt for such a long time, well, since Thor. Not even the God of lies had managed to make her feel like this, for his cruelty knew no bounds even during the act of love making, he seemed to get off on making his conquests cry and sob plus he wouldn't always care if they never reached their pleasured end.
A tightening coil in her core the longer Jay remained there, made her realise just what was happening. Her chest and cheeks quickly flushed and she finally gave in to her body. She vocalised it loudly as the pleasured feeling spilled from her lips, her hips moved in time with his to ride out the feeling. Her flushed and yet satisfied face looked up at the young prince, he smirked at her.
"Good?" He asked and she nodded in response.
He only wanted to please her, to give her these feelings that she was giving to him. "You feel..." his eyes were burning with passion as he picked up his pace. "So fucking good!" He growled a deep masculine sound, his movements increasing. Listening, as Amora the Enchantress gently moaned into his ear.
All the time she was encouraging him. Bringing him closer until he came undone in her embrace. His flushed cheeks told her all she needed to know, he too was satisfied and happy but now completely tired. He collapsed to the side of her onto her large bed and as soon as his head hit the bolster he fell asleep with the same smile on his face.
Amora allowed herself to stay in bed with him for tonight only, normally it would have taken much longer but her enchantment seemed to have worked better than she had expected. Forcing someone to do something against their will didn't wield the same results even though she had enjoyed what they had been doing for the best part of the week, Jay hadn't and he hadn't kept quiet about it. But her enchantment just changed everything, Jay had just made love to her like a husband would. She had only ever experienced something similar with Thor but that was so long ago she had almost forgotten.
She pulled the covers over the both of them and snuggled into the crook of his arm, wrapping her arm over his chest. She kept the shackles off him for the night allowing him to chance to move around freely giving his muscles the chance to recover. He did move eventually, the weight of her arm on his chest was too heavy for him so he turned to face her and placed his arm around her waist, his hand settled on her stomach gently.
A few hours later the sun started to rise again making an appearance through the tattered curtains, it woke Amora first and she quickly rose, getting out of bed with a stretch. She looked at Jay and smiled before leaving the room to prepare him a meal. She had made him a decently sized breakfast mostly consisting of meaty goodness and protein rich foods to build up his strength to allow his bones to mend. She delivered it to him before she was due to leave and although it now pained her to do it….as soon as he had eaten it she had to shackle him to the bed again as she knew he could still potentially try to escape.
The escape however, wouldn't necessarily be back to Loki no! It would be back to Amora for that was how strong the infatuation could be. The longer the duration apart the worse the feelings of desire became.
Of course Amora was still required to be in another realm so as not to worry Jay's brothers unduly. The part of Loki's plan that was purposefully kept a secret from Jay, the plan was a huge risk but it meant that if it worked correctly Cole, Lloyd, Zane and Kai wouldn't come looking for him.
The risk was that if it didn't work properly, if it backfired, Jay and Loki could be in danger, they would be seen as clones or infiltrators of their ninja team and if Cole had any say so they would more than likely be assaulted if left alone with him.
"Please consider my earlier proposal, it would really be in your best interests." Amora paused kissing his lips again just to be sure her enchantment was still holding strong, he didn't move his head away, a sure sign her control still held strong.
"How long will you be gone?"
"I'll be back later, please try and get some sleep."
"Amora, please don't go." He pleaded and sighed deeply, he knew she was still going.
"One more kiss." He looked up at her hoping for a token kiss, for how long she would be gone.
"One more." Amora gently stroked his chest tangling her fingers in his hair and kissed him goodbye for a few hours at least.
"Until later."
She quietly left the room again because she didn't want to upset nor anger him, typically another sunrise meant another change of attire, she left the young prince to ponder her question before leaving him to sleep.
Jay however just lay back on the bed, thinking potentially how different the prospect of serving Amora would be, more tiring at guess and even more so if she was with his child. He hoped to all of the Gods at that moment before he fell asleep that she would not be pregnant, that would be so incredibly bad for him despite how much he wanted her body, his mind was now truly conflicted.
"Gahh what the Hel happened to me last night, the Hel did she do? I can't believe she kissed me." Jay yawned again remembering that he had kissed her multiple times throughout the night, further increasing the strength of his infatuation.
"Shit this is not good at all, Loki, Sigyn anyone!" Jay struggled in the shackles and felt a burn when he pulled too hard. He flopped backwards again seeing a few feathers floating around at the harsh movements he just made. The mattress was slightly damaged because of the blades from last night.
Jay was quite surprised that he didn't shout out in anger when she had done that considering he was expecting to be sliced and diced, he remained remarkably calm even if his body told her otherwise, he had accepted whatever she was going to do. What had happened instead was a pleasant ending to the evening, although that too came with an unintended side effect. He only wanted her now and and he really wanted her NOW, well his body did.
He tried to remain positive before the lull of sleep called to him but he wasn't naïve. He wasn't a young boy anymore, he was well aware what the consequences of these sexual encounters could lead to. Jay knew that the longer he stayed with her, the more likely it would be to happen if it hadn't already.
But there were still the niggling consequences of leaving the lifetime servitude of the vengeful God and what Loki would try to do.
If Amora carried Jay's child he would do anything in his power to protect it and the mother despite how he had felt about her previously, the child of course, would never be to blame. He would have to fight Loki maybe even to the death which would a battle to end all battles, more bloodshed, with possible death or injury and if he failed, the woman and Jay's child could still die.
And then what about his brothers, would Amora ever let him see his brothers or would he be kept a prisoner similar to how Loki kept him? The truth is both were very similar both Asgardians only wanted him for their own personal reasons. Loki wanted Jay for the equivalent of a brother where as Amora wanted a lover and potential husband, she wanted security and a family.
And finally of course, Jay had his own secret that he kept from everyone, only Loki and the healers knew of. He in his female form carried the unborn offspring of a God, Loki's child and there would be no way in Hel that Loki would let Jay go without a fight.
Loki would without a doubt kill Amora, and Jay would have no choice but to fight him just to protect her child whilst putting his own life and that of their own unborn child on the line.
"It's not worth it, too much violence. I just want to be left alone." Jay sighed in defeat.
He slept on the decision but pined for her body regardless, his body began to ache for her and it betrayed him, his arousal was plain to see. Thankfully no-one could see it in the bright morning light for the curtained drapes did a good job of hiding the majority of light save for the always bright beam of light that was shining directly into his vision.
Jay could feel his eyes getting heavier by the second because of the potion he took every day. The hideous black potion had almost gone now and there was only one more dose left. All it made him feel was extreme tiredness plus it took away any pain he felt such as the broken bones he endured every other night after making love to an Asgardian female, it could almost be classed as a strong sedative.
He had been stuck on his back for six days now although he had a reprieve last night for over eight hours because he had woken up on his side with arm around Amora. He only noticed his change of position when he woke, he then realised his shackles weren't on, he had sat up and looked around himself noting she was sleeping next to him in all her naked glory. It was then that he had a chance to look at his own body because laying supine didn't allow him to look on his body easily.
He was shocked to say the least, his hips and thighs had a patchwork of bruises that never seemed to heal, yet he felt no pain just tiredness, mind numbing exhaustion or soul destroying fatigue. The bruises he knew to be caused by Amora and she too noticed new ones each morning which is why she was adamant he take the potion every day.
In all truth Amora was almost twice as heavy as he was but it was all skin and bone density; apparently Asgardian's bone and skin density was three times stronger than that of a human, that fact alone explained why Loki and Thor were both bullet proof, even after Loki had been shot in the face back on Midgard.
Amora of course didn't look heavy because she was exceptionally svelte in her beautiful naked form. She was too beautiful it wasn't fair for any other woman he had been with, she was stunning to look at because everything was in proportion except for the contents of her head, that was just filled with pure evil.
The only odd thing that created unease in Jay was that when he woke without shackles on he didn't remember them being removed, he was unsure as to why yet the strangest thing came to him…why didn't he try to escape? He wasn't sure, all he remembered was laying back down and making love to her all over again before falling asleep to be woken by the smell of a large breakfast platter a few hours later. The bacon had never smelled so good, her food must be laced with something too! He thought.
A moment of dread filled his calm thoughts and his breathing became erratic, he lay back feeling helpless. Jay thought of Loki or Sigyn or anyone that could offer moral or support or who could get him out of her clutches, he knew that if he thought it Sigyn could hear him and would often respond in time of pain or anxiousness. Similarly so with Loki he could sense pain in his protector due to their link, but not always especially if the God was otherwise distracted by something that interfered with a telepathic bond.
'Sigyn please can you contact Loki, I think I've failed...mppphhh.' Jay screwed his eyes closed tightly feeling on overwhelming desire to just have Amora for himself, her enchantment was getting stronger, he was beginning to lose it, all possible reason flying out of the window.
'Loki please help me, please!'
'He cannot come my prince. My, my, my, what has happened here?'
"Who is that? Who's in here?" Jay shouted out loud, looking around the room scared at the voice he could hear.
'It is me, you don't recognise my voice?' the feminine voice replied in his head seemingly upset.
"I-I can't remember." Jay replied with a yawn forgetting that only he could hear the voice.
'What did she do to you?' Came the same voice with a hint of concern.
"She kissed me, a few times actually eheheh." Jay closed his eyes feeling the lull of sleep calling to him, his week was almost at an end.
'NO! you've fallen under her spell.'
"Sheesh, don't shout, m'so tired."
'My prince, I will of course make the King aware, but he remains busy with the Dark elves, a most unfortunate turn of events since you left.'
"Why does the king need to know? Wh-who are you again? Urgh I'm so tired." Jay said incoherently, he smiled as all images disappeared from his mind. Names and people all being hidden, eventually the female voice vanished too leaving pure peace and quiet save for the birds singing. The pull of sleep came swiftly to him.
His dreams on that afternoon were mostly horror filled nightmares with the odd dirty dream thrown in for good measure, each dream was tainted with Amora and her magical control of his body. Her enchantment was now taking hold of him in his entirety, both mind and body. Did he hate her anymore? He did before the week had started, he was repulsed by her when she told him what she expected of him.
But now he thought differently, he saw no one else but her and he tried to shake it off concentrating on the colour black.
'Maybe a black haired version of her would suffice, shorter hair for sure….maybe shoulder length.' Jay groaned in frustration, he couldn't visualise anyone except for her, for Amora no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even see Loki anymore his face had completely disappeared.
"What's happening to me?" Jay shouted out in a blind panic, he could only see Amora's face no-one else came into his mind, even his late parents were faceless, his brothers everyone except for her.
"Oh god no! Wh-what has she done, why can't I-I remember anything?"
'Is this what he felt like back in the club? Back in that realm the night before my friend got married. Is that why he struggled to apologise, to remember my name. Urgh god no! What was his name? Shit, whose wedding was it? uhm. No, no, no please, what was my friends name? Help please, someone help me please!'
Jay panicked, tears streamed down his face angrily, his breathing became strained and out of control and he thrashed uncontrollably in his restraints damaging his wrists in the process and shouting out in desperation. He had somehow managed to free a wrist but he'd made a terrible mess of his limb in the ensuing struggle.
Hyperventilation soon caused him to black out and his thrashing around soon calmed as his breathing steadied back into a regular pace once he had regained a sense of consciousness. He had fallen back to sleep again. This was a side effect of her enchantment, a horrid terrifying side effect that manifested itself into each and every man she had ever ensnared, some men went mad, others possessive but then she hadn't tied any up to her bed before.
A dream of fighting a faceless God to the death woke him, he was drenched with sweat when he woke in fading sunlight, unable to move because one of his arms was still restrained. The fight ended as expected both princes died, Jay fell first and the unknown God followed afterwards, but the God appeared to be crying and the pain of seeing such heartbreak woke Jay up in a cold sweat.
The next dream was raising their child, the one he fathered with Amora. He was there when the baby was born, he watched it come into the world in a grand castle like a picture from a fairy tale, he was typically the only one to help her birth the child and, as was expected the first part of the dream was just like real life, relaxing and peaceful.
Amora had bore him a beautiful daughter with white blonde hair and startling dark blue eyes. The silence that ensued was short lived for every day in the dream he fought bravely to protect them both every waking moment.
The only positive aspect of that dream was the child he raised with Amora, a little girl who was as beautiful as Amora herself but just as bad. Her name was Seraphim the name chosen by both of them. She had her father wrapped around her finger and he loved her and her mother just as much. Not a bad dream per se but one that felt forced, one that his mind was trying to justify as a 'what if' scenario.
He eventually sacrificed himself giving himself freely just so they could have a life away from anymore violence. His last vision in his dream before he woke screaming up was the vision of being stabbed, in his dream he bled out slowly by none other than the same God from his previous dream. The nameless God who had cried over him was now ending his life, was that the only way?
Another dream sequence was one of being back in a forgotten realm but his apparent brothers didn't recognise him. Jay didn't seem to recognise them either anymore, they were completely unrecognisable with no facial features and one by one they beat him in an unprovoked attack. A mystical person who identified himself as Heimdall minus any facial recognition somehow appeared on a white unicorn and the Bifrost took him away from it all. An odd dream, but a fast paced dream nonetheless.
He woke up at dusk's last light, when she lit the candles alerting him of her entrance. His body was ready for her and she took no time in climbing onto him lowering herself gently and slowly lifting herself up at a steady pace. Jay moaned and thrust his bruised hips upwards feeling her heat covering him, his eyes rolled back at the feeling of her and he picked up his speed drawing his legs up bending them at the knees and using his feet to give him more momentum. Simple deep movements was all he could manage in his position but it was enough for the both of them were panting. He grasped his own chains with one hand whilst the other grasped her breast.
She smiled at his at his freed wrist, he had obviously struggled with her enchantment and the mess he had made was plain to see. Of course she had never had to tie any of her men up before, they were mind less slaves that just became more possessive during the space of the week.
She guessed that once they had finished she would need to dress his injury and hope that it would heal without further impeding his strength because she could tell on a day to day basis that he was weakening and she didn't know why. His body was failing him and she was at a loss, he refused any more of her potions except the hideous black one as it helped his wounds and bones to heal rapidly. Truth be told he didn't complain and he didn't let it slow him down he just slept more during the day.
The act of lovemaking didn't take as long this time but it was just to calm him down for her enchantment was so strong it elicited the strongest responses after such a long duration of being apart, in Jay's case she had been gone for ten hours.
Amora tried to reaffirm her control over him but he turned his head away and avoided her kiss he looked upset with her, she frowned and bit her lip. Surely it couldn't have worn off that quickly. Her enchantment usually lasted longer than this but the prince seemed different from any of the other men she had trapped even Cole the master of earth seemed different, neither as it would seem, were affected for more than a day where-as Asgardian's and Midgardian's alike took the enchantment into and sometimes past the two week mark.
She had successfully ensnared Loki for almost six days a record for him thanks to Jay subduing his evil untrusting side, where-as Thor had been trapped for a little longer than two weeks because he was considerably weaker of mind and he kept returning her kisses further ensnaring himself.
She climbed of her bed and left her sleeping quarters to grab some more clothes and a wash bowl, he hadn't long woken up from what she could tell, Jay was still half asleep when she had walked in initially. She had typically had a little bit of fun with him over the past hour and following that she had decided to freshen herself up following with a quick cleansing ritual of her lover. After the delicate ritual she left her room to prepare him a plentiful feast as it was time for him to eat and drink.
There was always a timescale since she was leading a double life and the Enchantress was typically due to leave at sunrise every morning tired or not for she knew that she would get plenty of sleep in the hidden realm.
Amora returned an hour or so later having prepared them both a hot meal with wine, the wash bowl and soaps stood nearby for after they had both eaten.
"S-six days in Asgard j-just keeping me stuck in h-here. What do you want from m-me again?" Jay asked yawning as he woke fully knowing full well what she wanted, but his answer was still the same having had more time to think about it, his answer was still 'no.'
"You already know this, I want you to join me, freely as my lover. more precisely I want you to be a protector for me and to be the father of a child I am yet to have." Amora said removing her clothes and robing herself in her sleepwear before delivering Jay his freshly cooked meaty feast, she cut up his food and began to feed him as he was unable to considering one of his hands was still bound and the other was now injured.
"I-I can't, I'm sorry I mean I thought about it honestly!" He grasped his damaged wrist cradling it as he sat with his back to Amora.
"I tried to picture it, I really did but it would be too painful for ME and at the end of the day it's me that you both seem to want, well I've gotta go with what feels best for me and I truly believe that I'd be better with Loki."
"Your reason?" Amora questioned, Jay could hear the annoyance in her voice.
"Because I gave him my word, he saved my life and I owe him." Jay muttered and used his free hand to hide his tears, the horror filled dreams had affected him.
"Disappointing, can't say I'm surprised though. I guess it must be so easy to run back to him?" She sneered.
"You want to give up without a fight, pathetic just as I thought!"
"What! I'm not giving up, I've chosen so why can't you just accept it." Jay said quietly.
"And, I'm not pathetic." He replied with restrained anger.
"Pathetic sentimentality, not really what I expect of a prince. Get your head in the game Jayson, time is insignificant BOY." She went to slap him but he caught her with his free hand before it struck him.
"Don't do it!" Jay warned her, his grasp tight and unforgiving, he held her open hand away from his face.
"You don't know how powerful that enchantment is do you, the dreams it makes, the nightmares it gives. They're not dreams are they, they are a glimpse into the future of what could actually happen if I say yes!"
"Oh did a little dream scare the poor prince senseless, I can show you true horror filled dreams with maggot filled corpses, people you hold so dearly to yourself could be extinguished so quickly." Amora threatened and ripped her wrist from his strong grip.
"You're out of your freaking mind, you don't care." Jay spat holding onto his injured wrist.
"I swear to God if you hurt them you'll pay with your life."
"Are you threatening me boy? I mean, I hate to tell you this but the last time you did that it didn't end so well for you."
"Well that's only because Loki stopped me from punching your lights out."
"We could fight now, if that's what you really want! I mean it is our last night after all."
"I'm shackled to the damn bed how is that fair?"
"Oh well if you state that Loki thought you capable of hurting me maybe it would be better for me, for you to have a small disadvantage, after all, he does state you are stronger than me which stands to reason that if you have a disadvantage it makes it fair for both of us."
"What?" Jay replied lifting his head worriedly pulling on the one remaining chain to check how long it was and if it was likely that he could move around the bed freely whilst dodging, parrying and thrusting.
"You only get to use one hand BOY." Amora laughed and picked up two long golden swords.
"I'll make it easy for you Jayson, if you don't fight, well, I'll kill your brothers tomorrow and bring back their severed heads just for you."
"GAHH, WHAT? You touch my brothers and I'll hunt you down you stupid bitch?"
"You are pathetic Amora, you try to get me to say yes all week and when I give you my well thought out answer, you turn psycho! And all these well laid out plans you've been setting up for so long are all failing, just you like you!"
"And the best bit, you would throw away all those weeks just because I said no yet you have the gall to say I'm pathetic, quit bitching and accept it."
"Is it a yes or no?" Amora asked throwing him a long golden blade similar in style to an Einherjar sword. She had completely ignored his angry rant and insults but now he was going to pay for it.
He quickly tried to free his spare hand, but ended up cutting himself, he gave up and steadied his grasp on it.
"Okay but if you hurt me doesn't this count as infliction of pain? Not really intact of mind and body!"
"No it will be mutual." Amora laughed out loudly, her evil cackle spreading fear into the heart of the young prince, Jay faltered slightly but his keen warrior ninja senses kicked in.
"After all we are both armed now." She said approaching him with her sword raised high the tips of the swords touching with a clang.
"This isn't fair, not at all, this wasn't what Loki meant." Jay pleaded with his sword raised high protecting himself, he held firm as his years of training had told him. The longer chain did have some give in it and if needs be he would be able to use it to wrap around her blade, if he was quick enough.
"Life isn't fair, you'll soon find out what your decision means."
"I made a choice, at least you gave me the option." He smiled and avoided her as she thrust her sword forwards.
"So tell me why you won't stay here with me!" She said cutting into his arm when the chain pulled to its limits.
He grunted in response swinging his blade wildly at her catching the top of her chest with the very tip of his blade.
"Your idea of love mainly, why would you think I would want that? I have uhm…" Jay ducked down low avoiding another unforgiving thrust that she was aiming right for his stomach. He paused trying to think of her name as her face finally came back to him.
"I have Nya." He rolled avoiding her blade again, she tried to pin him to the floor with a downwards thrust, but his fighting skills helped him to avoid being impaled by it.
He swiped a low blow and the sword sank into her thigh like butter , he removed it quickly feeling remorseful at hurting a female. Her thigh bled bright red blood and it poured heavily but it wasn't a fatal wound. She held it and growled at him, it was apparent to her that he was holding back because he didn't actually want to hurt her as much as she wanted to hurt him.
"Hahah yes of course, you have HER, but do you?" She said without eye contact.
She was visibly hurt by what Jay had just said so she chose to give as good as she got, she intended to hurt him as much as he just had. By the simple shunning of her ideas and wants he had just pretty much laughed at her without actually laughing. Her blade sunk deep into his thigh when he foolishly misjudged a parry stroke which turned out to be a thrust.
He hissed again and limped backwards grabbing the sheets from the bed in an attempt to staunch the flow.
"What! What do you mean?" Jay asked worriedly ripping her blanket in front of her as she rounded the bed again trying to skewer him on her blade until he gave up.
"You didn't have my permission to do that." She stated when she saw him rip the sheet in half, one half of it he wrapped around his leg, the other half around his waist to protect his manhood.
"What so you want me to bleed onto the floor then."
"Not my concern, I said I would take care of you if you leave Loki, you chose not to, so if you bleed you die." Amora said without emotion. She had suddenly turned so incredibly cold and calculating, she wasn't holding back at all.
"Besides I could grow used to the colour purple, it would look beautiful on my walls." Amora removed the blood from her sword and smeared it on her wall admiring the sheen.
Jay waited until she closed in again, he needed her to get closer before he could try to subdue her. The only downside was that she was as exceptional at fighting with a sword as Jay was, he was finding out the hard way because he had a fair few injuries already, mostly unnoticeable though save for his thigh.
She had a few too, all of which were bleeding, He had managed to cut her chest, arm and a deep gouge on her thigh, but some could be considered as play cuts. There was hardly any blood noticeable on her person, her thigh bled but she didn't seem to care for her strength was unmatched and her skin was thick, literally.
She approached him quicker than he anticipated but he used the chain as he had hoped, he lifted the chain quickly and used a whipping manourve creating a simple loop which happened to fit perfectly around her blade trapping it within. He pulled the chain back and the swift movement ripped the blade from her grasp, it landed in his other shackled hand and now he now had both blades.
She had lost hers and now he had the upper hand, he wrapped her own chains around her neck using his free hand and pulled her towards him so her back was against his chest and he stabbed the blade into the back of her thigh using his other hand. She cried out as he expected her to but then she wasn't playing fair so why should he.
Amora used her free hand to pull his blade out of her leg, she knew this hand was still shackled meaning he had very little movement from it so she removed it easily with little difficulty from him. Her blood made it increasingly difficult to for either of them to maintain a grip on it but she pulled it out feeling the warmth of Jay behind her.
His heart was racing, the fight or flight effect was subdued because he had to fight or his brothers would die she had made it that clear. Her crimson blood dripped down the hilt and now she had it but she didn't have the best grip, the sticky blood made it hard to grasp, but she still rammed it into his other thigh.
"Like for like, now you're two for two." She laughed as she allowed him time to pull the blade out.
"You forget I still have my own blade, bitch." He sneered and grabbed hold of the sharpened blade ripping it from his thigh even as she held it.
Amora pulled the sword from his clenched fist making a wide arc with it, more blood spilled because his hand was cut wide open. Her eyes wide with glee seeing it flying across the room. Splatters of it were decorating the walls and floor like a modern art installation.
"You're just pure evil with a death wish, not caring how much hurt you cause." He stared at his wounds.
She approached again with a lust for blood and Jay punched her away from him, she landed hard on the floor and Jay flicked the clenched fist out, cursing under his breath for he had actually felt that punch, it almost broke his wrist.
"You're weak, nothing but his plaything. I mean to make you stronger so you can take him on as an equal." Amora shouted and stood again grabbing her fallen sword before Jay could stop her.
"I am his equal and he knows it, I can take him on and I could take you on if you allowed me to have both hands free." Jay replied defiantly.
"His equal, don't make me laugh and both hands free, well that will never happen…BOY."
Amora stood in a position of attack ready to subdue and watched carefully as he used her own magical chains again, he was going to use the same manoeuvre and trap her sword but this time she would let him and then she would get him back.
He grabbed his chain and stared around himself worriedly for the floor was covered in an array of blood, not just his luckily. He felt no pain though just pure exhilaration and an endless amount of energy surging through him as her potion healed everything quickly, the blood loss was an issue though. The only downside was the tiredness that would soon follow.
She used some of her own fighting skills against him dodging to the side to avoid certain blows and then low again to avoid direct thrusts at her chest. He was exceptional at fighting with a sword and she was impressed. All these years fighting with his brothers had served to make him an exceptional fighter and that was why she wanted him for herself, he would be the perfect replacement.
"Oh you dare use my magic as a weapon against me." Amora smirked as Jay held his blade against her neck trailing it down between her breasts leaving a fine cut.
She whimpered teasingly allowing him to lose focus for just a second for that was all she needed, her magic coming back to her, the chain was hovering in the air just behind him as he looked at the fine cut he had just made down her chest.
He rotated the sword changing his grip so he could use the blunt end to knock her out but he didn't see the other chain attaching itself to his unbound wrist, only feeling it when he tried to subdue her with the hilt on his sword.
Alas he couldn't move his arms again. "This is not fair Amora, not fair at all." His arms again pulled back but now he was kneeling up on her bed and not lying down.
Amora retrieved her sword easily and took Jay's only sword off him, he was now defenceless and unable to protect himself. One of the blades she wiped across his chest leaving a fine line which bled immediately.
"You know what this line signifies….Jayson." She asked as she removed the blade from his chest allowing the blood to flow slowly.
He looked down in defeat. "Screw you, ya stupid bitch."
"It's called crossing that fine line and, you just did."
"You don't scare me, you never have and don't think that threatening will change it."
"I beg to differ." She lifted the blade up and licked his blood from it, before pushing it slowly into his chest.
He gasped and cried out. "SHIT…ughhhhh…stop….I'm sorry….please….I'm sorry." The blade went straight up to the hilt, his eyes rolled backwards.
"See now that shouldn't hurt, the hurt is contained, the magiks and potions do their job well. You don't feel it do you?" She asked whilst walking away to find relevant wrappings for her own wounds first. She wrapped her leg tightly in some form of infused cloth; the flow of blood was staunched and concealed quickly. She cast a quick glance at the prince who remained still, his breathing steady his fists clenched and his muscles flexed. His eyes were staring at her with a determined look. He wanted to kill her she could tell that much.
"No, I-I c-can't feel it, it's just not p-p-pleasant." Jay replied dryly, he stared in horror at the blade sticking out of his chest he was unable to remove it himself, she would need to do it when she could be bothered.
Amora dabbed ointment on her wounds carefully but slowly making sure to cover any and all before approaching the prince. The other golden sword she picked up and looked down the length of it checking for impurity whilst walking behind the prince.
"This is the good thing about staying with me, my potions work as intended! You would never need healing stones to repair your wounds." Amora whispered into his ear pausing for a brief minute. She lined up the second blade and pushed it through his back proving her point.
"No pain, amazing! I love my magical skills, they took many a year to perfect. Lots of worthwhile lives lost but now a draft strong enough to revive, repair and replenish even if you are only an inch from death, you can't even feel them can you?"
Jay just stared at both blades, he was speechless, horrified but speechless. But, it was true for he could feel neither blade nor wound. One blade had been pushed in from the front, the hilt rested up against his chest wall moving with him as he breathed in and out. It felt like it wasn't even there, the other blade however had been pushed in from the back and only the pointed end could be seen, the rest was deep in his chest and back having cut through muscle.
"Does Loki make potions just for you? Does he care enough about your safety or did he agree to this week without asking further questions? The simple answer NO! He doesn't care about you Jayson, you poor insignificant thing."
"All you are to him is a weapon and that's all you'll ever be, he will not change he never has and he never will." She stood back admiring her work.
"This is one of the other reasons, Amora," Jay said cocking his head to the side, his breathing failing slightly.
"How do you expect me to choose you when this is how you treat me? You want me to choose you, but I don't love you and I never will. Your spells can't keep me here for ever." Jay avoided looking down at the blades again, the odd glistening gold caught his steely stare but his eyes remained on hers. He was trying to work out her next plan considering both of the blades were in deep, meaning she now had no weapon to use unless she planned on removing one.
"Y-you're even worse than Loki is, ya know because he changed and he doesn't do this shit anymore."
"And, a-another thing how exactly is this intact of body I need all that stuff too." Jay smiled weakly staring at the floor and mattress he was kneeling upright on.
"I'm fairly sure that constitutes body, I can't live without it after all." Jay smirked at Amora seeing her emotionless face failing, she saw the blood loss too.
"You were armed and it was mutual." Amora replied nervously, her uncertainty was showing.
"But, I'm not armed anymore, b-both blades were by your doing a-and it's not mutual because of these." Jay motioned to the chains and smiled.
